Behind the door we meet
Away from people's looks
Behind the door grows a love
Strong and quite unique
Locked away it remains
For years with no end
Stuffed quite undercover
Where no one can see it
The closet is dark and dry
Yet humid and cold too
There's light sneaking in
From its smallest hole
The reflection we see
Of lovers walking past us
Painfully strikes home
Bulletproofing our hearts
It's too crowded in here
Baby I'm stepping out
Take my hand and you know
We can face this world
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